Redhead tights

I'm sober, shaking in pain, thirsty, horny, scared, hungry, eager and longing for the only one I can't have. I have but one love in my heart, I have 5 racing for it. I don’t want the jewlrey maker, for I can create better than her. I don’t want the teacher, for I can teach better than her. I don’t want the waitress, for I can host better than her. I don’t the lifeguardess, for I can swim faster than her. I don’t want the ad rep, for I can sell better than her. I want the one to know that she was the one I spent the day at Redheads with sitting next to me. Not the blond across the bar I dated last year. The one I love and spent an hour with in her van making out with to Madonna songs, touching her breasts, and feeling her pussy ooze carbination of wetness through her sexy tights. I want the one who thought that she had my smell on her today but I not hers. I bluffed. Her scent was on my hand all afternoon.